Hearing Song Yue's words, Qiao Nian frowned and said impatiently, "Do you believe me? If you say another word, I'll throw you down!"
When Song Yue heard Qiao Nian's words, she was slightly taken aback. A disdainful smile appeared on her face. "Qiao Nian, aren't you being too arrogant? Look at yourself!"
"It's too noisy." Qiao Nian's beautiful fox eyes narrowed slightly.
Song Yue continued, "When we get off the plane later, I'll definitely…"
Before Song Yue could finish speaking, she felt a sharp pain in her ear. Her expression changed abruptly, and only then did she notice that Qiao Nian had stuck a needle into her ear.
She was in so much pain that she was drenched in cold sweat. Her face was pale as she looked at Qiao Nian. Just as she was about to speak, she felt as if her brain was being stabbed by thousands of needles. It was so painful that tears streamed down her face.
